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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Billionaire x Reader

Picrew: Mochiibon

⚠[Forewarning: Forced marriage, harassment, financial power dynamic, and sexual undertones]⚠

He didn’t like you at first, he was sure of that. He was sure he was annoyed with the way you barged into his brother’s office during their meeting. He was more than peeved when you didn’t even acknowledge him until after you were done hounding his brother to sign something. He really hated it when you came with his brother to his work parties; dressed in a luxury jumpsuit that hugged all your curves just right. He hated that during his parties you would show less skin as you scurried around with your clipboard. He hated how commanding you could be when your voice was so high pitched. So to say he hated you, he wasn’t really lying to himself. It only made sense when the gossip of his own employees were heard: the queasiness every time you came around, the words scrambling into incoherent answers, the inability to look away and everything else in between.

Accepting that he loved you was better than the feeling of relief after crushing an opponent and he was happy. Happy to watch you be your intrusive-bossy-self knowing that all that was left was to woo you. With hard work and his best attempts to seem friendly he eventually scored a lunch date with you. Granted you didn’t really understand the date part but he knew this and was ready to use this as the first steps to his dream relationship.

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“So-uh Mr. Madeur, thanks for inviting me this weekend. I don’t usually have lunch so this is nice.”

You scrambled to fill the awkward silence of this meal with unnecessary small talk-something you definitely hated but if it kept your job then your feelings be darned. Unbeknownst to you this awkward silence was very much enjoyed by the other party as he realized how much he enjoyed watching you shuffle and shift uncomfortably.

Breaking him out of his trance with your voice he maintains his straight face as he answers, “It's my pleasure. Call me Ivonov.” He couldn’t have his significant other referring to him as his father’s name, he’s going to kill this professionalism right here and now.

“(Y/n).”

“Yes?” You were gassing so hard right now.

“I want you to be mine.”

“What-”

“Mine as in marriage. You don’t have a choice”

Your mouth hung open in complete shock, the audacity of this b- He wasn’t wrong though. The amount of power he had over you not only from his relationship with your boss but as a man who was currently running the monopoly of the world. An oil tycoon so influential he was above the media and nations conceded to his whims at a moment's notice. During a visit you witnessed him demand a private jet in the span of 30 minutes and he got it. His power over the world itself was concerning to say the least but his intrigue in you was just as if not more concerning. You could feel his gaze on you when you were writing on your clipboard when organizing events. You weren’t oblivious to the weird patterns of his speech-I mean sure he always talked weird but it was weirder around you. The only good thing about this was that you can write off the theory that he wanted to kill you. Phew.

“O-ok should I consider this a proposal?” It sounded stupid but you were serious. You didn’t know if it was different for rich people but this wasn’t how it was usually done.

For the first time, his eyebrows lifted unevenly, curious before he chuckled lightly. “It can be considered as this, yes.”

You began to scowl. “Where's my ring then?”

His eyes widened slightly in shock, this was new; you on the other hand, were serious. Does this rich-boy have the audacity to ask me on a whim without a ring, on one of my only days off, and before we even get our food to marry him and expects me to just go along with it. You cross your arms now glaring at him-who is still confused and returning your glare with a stare of his own.

“U-uhm I brought y-your salmon miss.” The waiter shivered at the energy these two exuded only for it to be broken when (Y/n) snaps their neck to beam at the plate of goodness that has been delivered. You express your gratitude before digging into your plate like your starving, intentionally ignoring the Ivonov as he is served his own plate.

He knew how much food was a priority for you so he waited before trying to talk with you again. When you finished your plate he opened his mouth only to be stopped by your hand as you used the other to call over a waitress. She hurries over almost feeling the stab of knives from how hard the billionaire was glaring.

“Do you have something sweet? Or salty? Or just anything cool that I can eat fast but still be satisfied?”

The waitress lights up, pulled back into her element, ”Oh yes, what about (F/D)?” Hardly containing a squeal of “yes” you agree, receiving her confirmation nod before going off to fulfill your order. Both of you forgetting Ivanov who was less than pleased at such wonderful expressions and noise not being made towards him. When you turn back to him your glare returns and he’s ready to verbally throw down.

“You-”

“Sh.” You put your finger up to your mouth. “Listen, Ivanov I know my position and I know yours but if you really want me you have to show me you love me.” You huffed some more, “Show me you can care for me emotionally if you want to be my husband so bad.”

Ivanov swore his pants tightened at that. Still holding his poker face he didn’t even let the blood rush to his face when you moaned while eating your (F/D). Gosh, he had to have you.

As you finished up and let him pay you took his arm letting him escort you to the car. All the while letting the sounds of the car and the smoothing of your clothes to fill the silence. His driver pulled up to your apartment building, letting Ivanov get out of the car to follow you as you made your way up the elevator to the door of your apartment. As you opened the door, committed to closing it as soon as you got in you stopped.

“Hey you’re not gonna fire her right?”

‘What?’ His eyes basically said.

“I-I won’t” He totally was. You bid him goodnight leaving him turned on and even more in love standing creepily in the hallway of a commoner’s apartment building.

To be continued?

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